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BUZZARDS BAY. 

A SHELTERED inland sea of turquoise blue. Green- 
wooded points, long stretches of sandy beaches, in- 
denting coves that form snug little harbors, compose its 
coastline. Here and there on its shores are a score or more 
peaceful villages whose natural beauties attract to them 
an ever increasing summer population. All manner of j • 
craft from the fisherman's 13-footer with its spritsail to yy , 
the gleaming white steam yacht of the millionaire ply \ 

its waters. Saucy little motor boats dash from harbor j i \ 
to harbor with jolly parties. From the ocean, cooling 
winds blow steadily, salt laden and full of life, making 
glad the heart of the summer sojourner. Here are the 
haunts of the bluefish, the sea bass, the ^ 

scup, the squitteague or weak ^ — " \ 

fish and the tautog. 

This is Buzzards Bay in summer 
time— a place of surpassing de- 
lights for the yachtsman, fisher- 
man and the city man worn with 
the cares and worries of life in 
crowded places. This summer 
pleasure ground is but 
a night's voyage by 
steamer of the New , 
Bedford line from New i 
York. Buzzards Bay 



is right at the side door of the Metropolis, and only seventy- 
five minutes ride by rail from Boston. It isn't a bit necessary 
for the New Yorker or Bostonian to go far from home in 
order to enjoy a couple of weeks' good fishing or sailing. 
The climate of Buzzards Bay in summer is refreshing and 
equable. There is rarely a variation of ten degrees in any 24 
hours. The summer residents know not what hot weather is. 
Every breath of this air is laden with the salty tang of the 
sea and you want to breathe lungfuls of it just for the very 
fun of breathing. After a few days of outdoor life in this 
Summer Land you will forget all about the cares and per- 
plexities of the life you left behind. And how you'll sleep! 
These waters fairly teem with fish. Here may the 
city man revel in glorious sport. The fame of Buzzards 




Bay as a fishing ground grows with each succeeding season. 
The State of Massachusetts has taken much care to protect 
this waterway from destructive methods of fishing. Legisla- 
tive enactment forbids the use of fish nets, traps, pounds or 
weirs. This is the best protected salt water fishing ground 
in the United States. It is no wonder that the finny den- 
izens of the Bay increase so prolifically. 

Those gentle disciples of Isaak Walton, Daniel Webster, 
former President Grover Cleveland and Joseph Jefi^erson 
found sport to their liking for many summers here. Hither 
they came each season to fish the waters of the Bay, the 
trout streams and the lakes, and enjoy the peace and the 
quiet of country life. 

Can you imagine the joy of cruising in a catboat over 
the sparkling waters of the Bay with a trolling line out for 
bluefish? When the "blues" are running, then does the heart 
of the real fisherman exult. Get out your tackle and prepare 
to enjoy some lively sport. The old captain down at the 
wharf will furnish you fresh eel 
skins for bait. You'll find dozens 
of catboats at any of the small 
harbors that the owners are 
willing to let 
for a days's 
fishing. 
You start out 




in the early morning and enjoy, probably for the first time, 
the novelty of seeing a sunrise. A stiff south-west breeze 
sends your staunch little craft skimming along, dashing the 
salty spray in your face. 

Under your lee bow, you preceive a string of catboats 
hastening to the "slick" ahead— the "slick" indicates for a 
certainty a school of bluefish. So throw out your line and 
join in the sport. 

The eelskin bait shows like a flash as it skims along the 
surface. Suddenly a "strike!" It makes your heart thump. 
For a moment you are not sure but that a shark has taken 
your hook. The line is so taut it cuts your fingers, but you 
don't mind that — you are too excited. Don't think you've 
lost him if the line becomes limp; but speedily gather in 
the slack until you feel him fighting on the other end. He 
will overrun the line and cut it if you don't look out. 

Pretty soon the fish leaps over the crest of a wave and 
falls back. Then you see that it is a bluefish— not a shark. 
Now you begin to pull in slowly, hand over hand, until you 
can reach over the side of the boat and whisk him in. He 
is a six-pounder, at least! If it is your first bluefish, you'll 
never forget the experience. 

A day of this kind of sport and what an appetite you'll 

have! And then to sit down to a feast of clam chowder, 

broiled fish, delicious lobster, fresh vegetables and 

other delicacies— a menu that even the most 

evilly disposed stomach could not find fault with. 

Here may the yachtsman measure paces 

with craft as speedy as 

his own. When you are 

told that on Buzzards 

Bay there are more than 




2000 sailing craft, you will readily see how popular a sport 
is yachting. It is a pastime that is especially popular with 
women of the Buzzards Bay shore colonies. Almost every 
little community has its yacht club and there are several 
women in each of these flourishing organizations who are 
skillful sailors. Races between the various classes of craft 
on the Bay are regular weekly events of the summer life 
at the resorts. There are special classes in these regattas 
for boats sailed by women. 

Cups or pennants are the prizes for which these races 
are sailed and proud indeed is she who achieves one of these 
trophies as a token of her victory. It will be listed among 
her most cherished possessions, and when she returns to 
her home in the autumn, this souvenir of her skill as a 
sailor is sure to occupy a prominent place in her boudoir. 



Every day, clear or cloudy, the Bay is dotted with hun- 
dreds of boats, making an exceedingly charming sight. The 
most popular type of sailboat on Buzzards Bay is the center 
board, jib and mainsail craft, or "knockabout" as it is 
popularly termed. This boat has moderate sail area, is 
very weatherly, safe and fast. To cruise over the Bay in 
a "knockabout" is an extremely pleasant occupation of a 
summer's day. 

This placid Bay with its smooth beaches is a summer 
paradise for children. It is landlocked and for that reason 
perfectly safe from sudden squalls and violent winds. 
Beaches of hard, white sand, gently sloping, afford ideal 
bathing places for children. There is no surf or treacherous 
undertow. The temperature of the water averages about 74 
degrees. It is fifteen degrees warmer than at Marblehead, 
Magnolia and other resorts north of Boston. 

This is a grand place for a lad to learn to swim and to 
sail a boat. There are many juvenile sailors along the 
shores of Buzzards Bay who are adepts in handling a sail- 
boat. If you want your boy to be sturdy, strong and self- 
reliant, let him spend a summer sailing over these waters. 
Children of summer visitors on the Bay practically live on 
the water. Tanned by sun and breeze, they gain a store of 
health and energy that lasts them the whole year through. 
The muscles of their arms and shoulders become well de- 
veloped and they learn to breath deeply. 

It is the combination of seashore and country life that 



makes Buzzards Bay such a charming place for a summer 
vacation. You have only to turn your back on one to face 
the other. The wide beaches, the beautiful walks and 
drives and the glorious climate make this Buzzards Bay 
country so attractive that folks who go there once go again 
another season and then look about for a site to build a 
home. Where only a few summers ago were weather- 
beaten old farm houses are now magnificent villas. 
Summer cottages, the owners call them, but summer 
palaces would be a more fitting appellation. 

To the man or woman who seeks rest and health- 
ful recreation any one of the score of picturesque 
villages that border the shores of the Bay offer a most 
inviting retreat. Whichever 
place your choose, you can make 
no mistake; it's only your 
personal viewpoint that is a 
factor. Wherever you go you 
will find a genuine welcome and 
a hospitality that will make you 
feel at home. 

There is a southern 
flavor to the socia 
life on Buzzards Bay. 
There is a delightul 
e.xchange of hospitali- 
ty among the members 
of the cottage colo- 



nies. These take the form of sailing parties, afternoon 
teas, dinner dances and moonlight e.xcursions on the Bay. 
Less informal, but equally delightful, are the clambakes 
and the basket picnics. These help to pass many pleasant 
hours during the summer. 

Almost every village has its little hotel or inn where you 
may obtain very good accommodations. If you prefer the 
quiet and privacy of a home you will find excellent board- 
ing cottages at each resort or you may rent a charming 
cottage fully furnished. You will be served with bountiful, 
well-cooked meals at these hotels or boarding places and 
you will be asked to pay suprisingly little for such su- 
perior accommodations. The Buzzards Bay folks who open 
\,heir homes to summer visitors will do their utmost to 
make your stay enjoyable. 




The drives inland offer a pleasant variation from the shore 
life. You'll find splendid roads wherever you go. There are 
miles and miles of driveways that are as smooth and hard as 
asphalt. Back in the country a little way, you penetrate large 
tracts of forest whose cathedral-like recesses are cool and 
refreshing on a summer's afternoon. A range of hills runs 
parallel with the easterly- shore of the Bay and from these 
eminences you get superb outlooks over sea and country. Just 
hitch up old Dobbin to a carryall, pile the children in, take a 
lunch along and go forth into the country. How you'll enjoy it! 

Pleasant supprises await you at almost every turn in the 
road. Just over yonder hill, you will probably come upon a 
beautiful lake. A little further on, through a clump of pines, 
you will get a glimpse of another lake. No matter in which 
direction you drive, ponds of fresh water are nearly always 
in sight. Fed by springs the water is always deliciously cold 
and refreshing. They abound in fish of many kinds, especially 
the delicious trout, small mouthed bass, pickerel and perch. 

Automobilists will find it a pleasure and a delight to tour 
this Buzzards Bay country. 
There are comfortable inns and 
well equipped garages that cater 
to the requirements of motor 
tourists. 

No golfer 
need lack for 



opportunity to enjoy his favorite pastime here. Other 
enthusiasts of the royal and ancient game have come here 
before him and have laid out splendid playing courses over 
fine stretches of country. At New Bedford, Mattapoisett, 
Wareham, Sippewisset and Woods Hole are links that will 
test your mettle, and while you play you breathe in the 
balmy breath of the sea. 

Tennis is a deservedly popular pastime here. Most of 
the hotels and the larger boarding cottages have laid out 
courts and they are almost constantly in play. At the Casino 
at Mattapoisett are splendid courts and at Marion the tennis 
enthusiasts have recently built an elegant clubhouse. Nearly 
every villa has its tennis court and as you drive along the 
shore roads, you see many a lively game in progress and 
hear the laughing chatter of merry young folks. 

Buzzards Bay is one of .the three magnificent bays of 
Massachusetts. It opens into the ocean about twenty miles 
east of Newport and stretches for thirty miles northeast. 
Just imagine this expanse! It varies in width from ten 
miles at it lower end to five miles at its upper end. The 
ma.ximum depth of the Bay is sixty feet. 

Within the Bay, close to the westerly shore, is a group 
of lovely islands— Gooseberry Island, West Island, Bird 
Island, Mashnee Island, Onset Island and Wicket's Island. 
Into the harbors of the north shore flow several 
small rivers — the Pamanset, Acushnet, the 
Mattapoisett, the Sippican, the Weweantet, 
the Wareham and the Monument. 

The gateway to 
Buzzards Bay from 
the ocean lies between 
Gooseberry Neck and 





the rocky end of Cuttyhunk. the most westerly of the Eliza- 
beth Islands. These islands separate the Bay on the south- 
east from Vineyard Sound. Between the islands are open- 
ings into the Bay. 

The right arm of Cape Cod forms the eastern shore of the 
Bay. On every side, the mainland bi-eaks into a series' of 
irregular points- "necks," as they are locally called. These 
necks form many intermediate coves and harbors. 

Buzzards Bay was first named Gosnold's Hope after 
Bartholomew Gosnold who discovered and christened Cape 
Cod and Marthas Vineyard. Gosnold sailed from Falmouth, 
England in 1602 with a party of thirty-two English colonists. 
He and his little band chose Cuttyhunk Island as a place of 
settlement. This was the first English settlement in New 
England — eighteen years before the coming of the Pilgrims. 

The name Gosnold's Hope did not cling to the Bay very 



long. Its present name was bestowed upon it because of the 
great number of fish-hawks which the early mariners saw 
there. These birds were erroneously supposed to be buzzards. 

For the tourist, New Bedford is the gateway to this Sum- 
mer Land. From New York the best way and the most com- 
fortable way of reaching New Bedford and the Buzzards Bay 
resorts is by steamer of the New Bedford Line. You arrive 
at New Bedford early in the morning after a very pleasant 
voyage by night on Long Island Sound, and a daylight sail on 
Buzzards Bay. You may travel by rail all the way if you 
ike. You leave New York from Grand Central Station and 
the train service provides for prompt connection to the 
Buzzards Bay resorts. 

New Bedford is the metropolis of Buzzards Bay. The 
appearance of the city, finely situated on the west hillside, is 
imposing and beautiful. Great cotton mills occupy most of 
the lower ground. The harbor is a wide estuary formed by 
the mouth of the Acushnet River. At its entrance is Fort 
Rodman, the only fortification on the Bay. The city lies 
"between green pastures on one side and the still waters 
of the river" on the other side. 

The wharves are reminders of the old days of the whale 
fishery. Many famous old whaling barks form picturesque 
groups in the docks, lying there unused, decaying slowly. 
Like stage coaches they are relics of a former day. A few 
whalers still sail from this port but you no longer see South 
Sea islanders and other strange types of sailor men roaming 
the streets. 



To-day New Bedford stands first in America in the manu- 
facture of fine cotton goods. Its mills have the capacity to 
manufacture a mile of fine cloth a minute. It is the largest 
fish shipping port between Boston and New York. 

South of New Bedford on the extreme westerly shore of 
the Bay are the attractive summer colonies of South Dart- 
mouth, Bayview, Nonquitt and Salters Point. South 
Dartmouth is four miles from New Bedford. It is a 
suburb of that city and the New Bedford Yacht Club 
has its station and clubhouse here. 

Three miles further south and you glimpse the red 
roofs of the pretty village of Nonquitt. Here are the 
summer homes of many prominent Washington, Kansas 
City and New Bedford families. It is a quiet, restful 
spot, associated with the pa- 
thetic close of General Phil 
Sheridan's life. 

Further along the shore is 
Salters Point, a favorite sum- 
mering place for New Bedford 
folks. Salt making was a thriv- 
ing industry here half a century 
ago. From Bayview, 
Nonquitt and Salters 
Point you get a mag- 
nificent view of the 
beauties of the wide 
expanse of the lower 



Bay and the ocean, the Elizabeth Islands and the undulating 
landscape of the Round Hills. A score or more well known 
artists have established summer homes at those resorts. 

Starting from here we shall make a tour of Buzzards Bay. 
Returning to New Bedford, we cross to Fairhaven by a long 
bridge, which takes the place of three similar structures 
that were washed away in great galeg. This bridge crosses 
two islands on its way over. If you arrive in New Bedford 
by steamer of the New Bedford Line, you have only to 
step from the steamer to a ferryboat which transports you to 
Fairhaven. You land right at the railroad station and find 
the train awaiting to transport you to Buzzards Bay resorts. 

You get a fine view up the Acushnet River and down the 
harbor as you cross. You'll notice the projections or 
pockets that jut out from piers of the Fairhaven bridge. 
They were built as a convenience for anglers. 




F A I R H AV E N 

Fairhaven is worthy of its attractive name. It was once 
a part of the town of New Bedford, but was divided off 
in 1812 because of the poHtical differences of the residents. 
The New Bedforders were federalists and the Fairhaveners 
were Jeffersonian democrats. 

Towering elms overarch the streets, giving a cool and 
most inviting aspect. The village has magnificent roads, 
which were constructed under the supervision of Mr. H. H. 
Rogers, a native of the town and its most liberal benefactor. 
He gave to Fairhaven a fine high school, church, library 
and a town hall and built a very luxurious hotel. On both 
sides of the road to Fort Phoeni.x is his handsome estate. 

You will want to run down and inspect curious old Fort 
Phoenix on Fort Point. The view of the Bay that you get 
from this spot is well worth the journey. Just to the east- 
ward of Fort Point and projecting far into the Bay is 
Sconticut Neck, off the eastern shore of which is West Island, 
the largest island in the Bay with the e.xception of the Eliza- 
beth Islands. It is superbly sit- 
uated, beautifully wooded and 
needs but little development to 
transform it into a paradise of 
summer homes. 
At Fairhaven 
we take a train 




of the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad to 
Mattapoisett. 

M ATTAPOISETT 

As the train hurries on, charming glimpses of the Bay 
on one side and restful country villages on the other are 
spread before us. Mattapoisett is the Indian name for rest. 
There is a magnificent harbor here, easy of entrance and 
beautiful from every side. 

The village is on the north shore. Here live many retired 
sea captains, who are enjoying a restful life after many 
years of peril on the ocean. Many old-fashioned, roomy 
houses with long sloping roofs, small windows and pillared 
doorways give an aspect of comfort to the place. For the en- 
tertainment of summer visitors as well as for the year around 
residents, Mattapoisett has built a very pretty Casino. In 
the morning and again in the evening this is the favorite 
gathering place of visitors and villagers during the summer- 
time. Dances at the Casino are pleasant events of the 
season, and many find pleasure in the tennis matches. The 
golf links at the reservation are splendidly maintained. 

Approach to the harbor lies between long points of land 

which stretch out their guarding arms on each side. One is 

Ned's Point which has a lighthouse, and the other is called 

"The Neck," for short. The Indians named it Autassawa- 

muck Neck. Under sunny or cloudy skies or by 

moonlight the harbor is always beautiful. 

Fresh southwest breezes temper the heat of the 

midsummer day. Here are grand opportunities 

for bathing, boating 

and fishing, and you'll 

find plenty of shellfish 

on the shore. 




There is a smooth, sand beach for public bathing. Out in 
the harbor are the yachts, their white sails glistening in the 
sun. Every aspect of the summer life here is alluring, 

Canoeing enthusiasts will delight in the opportunity for 
the enjoyment of this sport which the Mattapoiset river 
affords. This pretty stream, twelve miles long, flows from 
Snippatuit Pond in the town of Rochester. It was the course 
taken by the Indians to the seashore where they made their 
clambakes. Where the river begins to widen is a romantic spot 
known as Lovers' Bridge. This is a rustic log footway which 
was the trysting place for an Indian maiden and her lover. 

If you tire of the sea — does anybody ever tire of the sea? — 
go ramble along the country roads. The perfume of the 
sweet fern and the odorous pines will greet your nostrils and 
wild cherry trees will afford grateful shade. Take a stroll 
down the Neck road and you will get a fine view of the villiage 



and the curving shore line dotted with villas, with the gleam- 
ing lighthouses in the distance. There are many beautiful 
drives in and about the town. 

MARION 

Equally as attractive as Mattapoisett as a summering 
place and enjoying as delightful a situation is Marion, a pleas- 
ant little villiage four miles distant from Mattapoisett. Marion 
and Mattapoisett were once part of the town of Rochester. 
Both are in Plymouth County as is also Wareham, a peaceful 
little village at the head of the Bay. Rochester town had its 
beginning in 1679 when thirty men bought seventy square 
miles of territory from the Old County Court in order to build 
homes. Wareham was set off from Rochester in 1739. 

Marion is charmingly situated on Sippican harbor. The 
Sippican river forms ihe north boundary of the town. It joins 
Weweantet river at the mouth of the latter. 

There is a fascination about this little place that puts you 
under its spell and you are content to linger there and shut 
out the whole world. From appreciative summer residents 
the town has received many benefactions, among them an 
academy, public library, museum and a chapel. Many beauti- 
ful summer homes have been built here by wealthy families 
of St. Louis, Chicago, Philadelphia, Buffalo and Boston. 

Silver Shell Beach is the poetic name given to the public 
bathing ground. All along the shore of the harbor you will 
find quahaugs, scallops and shell fish. Out in deep water the 
fishing is excellent. 



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Here, as at Mattapoisett, you will see scores of yachts 
riding at their moorings or flitting here and there over the 
smooth waters. At the easterly entrance to Sippiean Harbor 
is Bird Island. The lighthouse on this island is one of the 
familiar beacons by which yachtsmen mark their course. 
Prettily situated just inside the harbor is Ram Island, also 
known as Aries Island. 

Back of Marion, the landscape has a rural beauty 
all its own. For a long drive, take the fifteen mile 
circuit through Marion and old Rochester. Between 
Marion and Mattapoisett is Aueoot Cove, a pretty little 
harbor. It will remind you of an Adirondack pool. 

There is a magnificent stretch of macadam road 
that encircles the Bay. For 
miles this road passes through 
forests of pine and oak. Now 
and then a curve in the road re- 
veals glimpses of the sparkling 
sea. State roads branch ofl" from 
this shore highway. These are 
the roads for which Massachu- 
setts is famous. 

If you are inter- 
ested in geology the 
neighborhood from 
Fairhaven to Marion 
and beyond will 
arouse your interest. 



Tumbled about in the fields you will see immense bowlders 
and smaller rock deposits that have been hurled down from 
the White Mountains, two hundred miles away, by mighty 
glacial forces. One of the largest of these bowlders is Ward's 
Rock, almost on the dividing line between Fairhaven and 
Mattapoisett. 

In Marion is a huge bowlder which has been named 
Minister's Rock. Around this the Indians held pow-wows. 
It was the pulpit of the Rev. Samuel Shiverick, a noted 
missionary among the Indiansin Pilgrim days. At Mattapoisett 
is one of the largest bowlders in New England. It is 42 feet 
high and 36 feet wide. You will want to see the stone called 
the Devil's foot and also the Dumpling Rock which a man 
may move with one hand but which a score of the strong- 
est men have vainlv tried to roll from its base. 




ONSET 

From Marion we embark in a motor boat for a cruise to 
Onset Bay. We pass mirthful parties of young folks in bath- 
ing suits, setting forth in canoes and catboats for a day's 
sport on the water. Their faces and arms are tanned a ruddy 
brown. What appetites they'll have when they return! 

Rounding Great Neck Point we pass Bird Island and its 
lighthouse. Great Hill looms up over Great Neck Point. It 
is 127 feet high and is a noted landmark for sailors. Here 
the Bay begins to narrow. In these waters thrive the Buz- 
zards Bay oysters, famous for their size and flavor. The 
oyster beds are worked under licenses granted by the towns 
bordering the Bay and they are as carefully surveyed, plotted 
and cultivated as farmers' fields on land. 

We are now approaching the northeastern shore of the 
Bay. We are in sight of Indian Neck and Tempest Knob, on 
the wooded shores of which are the summer residents of 
many well known Boston families. 

Leaving Indian Neck and the 
Knob, on the right we enter 

Wareham River, a wide and / \ 

meandering stream of much 
beauty, and come to the village 
of Wareham. 
Here are the 
stately homes 



of the ironmasters of the Colonial days. It is quite a business 
centre and has a national bank and a savings bank. The 
surrounding country is a paradise for trout fishermen. The 
Plymouth ponds are within easy reach. The old historic town 
of Plymouth is a convenient distance by rail from Wareham 
and driving parties frequently make pilgrimages there. 

Emerging from the Wareham River and continuing our 
course easterly.we pass Mashnee Island on the right as we enter 
Onset Bay. On the shores of these waters is the village of Onset, 
a summer colony founded by Spiritualists. It has lost to a 
great extent its distinctive character as a religious community. 

In a pleasant forest of oak are hundreds of small cottages 
and quite a number of pretentious villas. Nearby on the 
northerly shore of Onset Bay is Point Independence, a 
a flourishing summer colony. Many of its members are well 
known Thespians. 

BUZZARDS BAY 

Passing out from Onset Bay, we point our course toward 
the head of the Bay. Steering northeasterly, we reach the 
village of Buzzards Bay. Here we meet the rushing waters 
of Cohasset Narrows. Our little craft passes under the rail- 
way and highway bridges. 

Glancing north, above a forest of dense growth, your eye 
glimpses the wooded hills and red tile roofs of 
Crow's Nest, the estate of the late Joseph Jeffer- 
son. The famous actor lived an idyllic life here. 
He is buried in the adjoining town of Sandwich. 
A massive bowlder 
marks his resting place- 
Now laying our course 
southward, we come 





to the mouth of Monument river, on the banks of which is the 
site of the old trading post where barter was carried on be- 
tween the Dutchsettlers of New York and the English colonists. 
This is to be the westerly terminus of the Cape Cod Canal. 
Monument is a corruption of the Indian name Manomet. 

The Cape Cod Ship canal begins here. The tempting 
narrowness of Cape Cod at this point has been the incentive 
of many projects for uniting the waters of Buzzards Bay 
with Cape Cod Bay. As early as the days of George Wash- 
ington, the plan for the Cape Cod Canal was seriously con- 
sidered. A letter written by Washington on this subject 
recently came to light. 

MONUMENT BEACH 

At the junction of Monument River and the Bay on the 
southerly side is Gray Gables, the extensive estate of the 
late Grover Cleveland. Continuing a southerly course, we 



pass Rocky Point and reach Monument Beach. The northerly 
part is a colony of modest cottages. Off here is a yacht- 
ing rendezvous. 

Elaborate homes occupy the southerly section and also 
Toby's Island, just opposite the resort. The beach of clean, 
white sand about a mile in length and wholly free from stones 
is one of the principal attractions of the resort. You may 
enjoy bathing here under the most ideal conditions. 

You will enjoy the drives from Monument Beach into the 
country. You pass many splendid estates and you would 
imagine that this was a bit of Newport. The lawns may not 
be as smooth aud velvety as those at Newport or Lenox but 
their green is bright enough to form a beautiful contrast with 
the turquoise blue of the Bay beyond. The magnificent 
macadam roads will delight the heart of the automobilist. 
They are most diligently repaired and are maintained in 
excellent condition from year to year. 

Just south of Monument Beach is Pocasset, a lively sum- 
mer colony. The charm of a summer evening along this part 
of the shore is irresistible. You sometimes see four sunsets 
of a summer's night. You see a crimson one flaring in the 
west and one of rose red in the east. Lying over a purple 
sea to the southwest you see another and in the north the sky 
is splashed with pale green. The summer glories of Buzzards 
Bay have lured many artists to its shores. 

Let us continue our little excursion along the shore. As 
we glide out toward the Bay in the stiff little motors-boat, you 
see a score of racing craft flitting about. This is regatta day. 



They are manoeuvering for position, awaiting the signal gun 
to start. The Beverly Yacht Club is at Wing's Neck nearby 
and these races are regular events of the summer season. 
The Beverly Yacht Club was organized in 1872 with Mr. 
Edward Burges. a famous yacht designer, as commodore. 
The Club was originally located at Beverly, Mass., but owing 
to the removal of a majority of its members to Buz- 
zards Bay, the club likewise moved. 

Clever sailing and able seamanship feature the 
inter- regattas that are held between the Beverly Yacht 
Club, the Sippican Yacht Club, of Marion and the 
New Bedford Yacht Club. They are very exciting 
events indeed and always bring out a large gathering 
of spectators. 

Now we skim past the wooded 
shores and heights of Wing's 
Neck, a sightly elevation, at 
the extreme end of which is 
Wing's Neck Light. The de- 
velopment of this property as 
a place of summer residence 
has been eminently successful. 

We pass Wing's 
Neck and approach 
the little haven of 
Pocasset harbor. 
Wing's Neck forms 
the northerly shore. 



C ATAU MET 

Lying within Scraggy Neck on the easterly shore is 
Cataumet, a summer colony composed of people of refinement 
and quiet tastes. The drives inland, the beautiful views of 
the shore and water and the excellent facilities for yachting 
that the harbor and open Bay afford combine to make Pocasset 
and Cataumet delightful places of retreat in summer. 

Passing out from Pocasset harbor, we make a swing 

around Scraggy Neck into Cataumet harbor, catching alluring 

glimpses of the summer colony of Megansett on the bluff. 

MEGANSETT 

This place has had a very rapid growth, nearly two hun- 

. dred cottages having been erected here within a few years. 

The man of moderate means may enjoy the advantages 

of a summer residence here for a very reasonable sum. 







You may rent a cottage for the season for about what it 
would cost you and your family to spend a fortnight at some 
fashonable hotel. Megansett has a casino, which is an active 
center of social life. 

A little farther along, we pass a small cluster of atti-act- 
ive cottages at Wild Harbor. At the head of this harbor is 
Silver Beach, one of the newer settlements that appeal 
particularly to people of moderate means. Megansett, Wild 
Harbor and Silver Beach are reached from the railroad 
station at North Falmouth. 

Now we come to the harbor of West Falmouth. This is a 
natural harbor which has recently been dredged and deepened 
by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. It affords a most de- 
sirable anchorage for yachts. At the southerly entrance to this 
harbor is Chapoquoit. Many prominent yachtsmen live here. 

It is a run of four miles to Quamquissett harbor, called 
Quissett harbor for short. On the way we pass Sippewisset 
with its hotel and golf links and a growing cottage colony. 
Quissett is a charming little resort, situated on a natural 
harbor of much beauty. An 
atmosphere of quiet exclusive- 
ness pervades Quissett. It lies 
midway between Falmouth and 
Woods Hole 
and may be 
reached from 



either station. Sippewisset is reached from Falmouth station. 
Leaving Quissett we lay our course around a peninsula at 
the tip end of the easterly shore. This is known as Penzance. 
It bears the same relation to Falmouth as old Penzance does 
to Falmouth, England. Throught a strait between this pen- 
insula and Naushon Island, one of the Elizabeth group, we 
enter Woods Hole and Great Harbor. 
WOODS HOLE 
Woods Hole — a good old seaboard name for a town— is 
perched here on Land's End. at the southwest corner of 
Cape Cod. Its inhabitants have spread before them magnifi- 
cent outlooks over the waters of Buzzards Bay and Vine- 
yard Sound. Looking off to the south, you plainly see the 
shining buffs of Marthas Vineyard which lies across Vine- 
yard Sound, four miles from the mainland. It is quite a busy 
port in summer. Steamers ply regularly between Woods 
Hole and New Bedford, Marthas Vineyard and Nantucket. 
Because of the infinite variety of marine life, unequalled 
elsewhere along the coast, a laboratory and fish hatchery 
has been established here by the United States Government. 
Woods Hole is pre-eminent as the golf centre of Buzzards 
Bay. The Woods Hole Golf Club has laid out a fine course 
over a ridge of hills, overlooking both the sound and the Bay 
and the privileges of the course maybe enjoyed by visitors. 
The course is kept in first-class condition. You 
may play golf to your hearts content here. 

On the harbor front, the yachtsmen of Woods 

Hole have a modest clubhouse. Much of the social 

ife of the nearby resorts 

centers at the Yacht 

Club and Golf Club. 

Woods Hole is the end 











of our little voyage over Buzzards Bay. It does not mark 
the end of our journey, though, for we have yet to visit 
other villages in Falmouth town, namely Falmouth proper, 
"the Heights" and Waquoit, both the later being reached 
by stage from Falmouth. These places are not on Buzzards 
Bay, to be sure, but forming as they do part of the township 
of Falmouth, they may properly be considered here. 

Like a puckering string, the New York, New Haven and 
Hartford Railroad draws together North Falmouth, West 
Falmouth, Falmouth and Woods Hole. Woods Hole is the 
terminus of the Buzzards Bay branch. These places are all 
within the boundaries of Falmouth township. Each has its 
post office. Each has its own particular charm as a summer 
refuge for rest, quiet and comfort. Fahnouth township was 
incorporated in 1686. 

Falmouth village is on Vineyard Sound. It is only three 

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and one-half miles by rail from Woods Hole. The village 
has a fascination all its own for the city dweller. Grouped 
around the beautiful village green are comfortable, old- 
fashioned residences. Towering elm trees form a shady arch 
down the main street. It is a quiet, satisfying life that Fal- 
mouth folks lead and you quickly get into the spirit of it. 

The drives, the beautiful view of Vineyard Sound, with 
the immense number of vessels passing to and fro, the 
unsurpassed facilities for boating and bathing unite to make 
this section one of the most pleasant locations for summer 
homes that you can imagine. 

Falmouth Heights occupies an ideal location on a bluff 
overlooking Vineyard Sound and is one of the most popular 
retreats along these shores. At the foot of the bluff is a 
fine bathing beach which is owned by the town. 



T/iis is the story of Buzzards Bay 



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^'— "* store of health and 

hid and S02tl. Here 

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One copy del. to Cat. DlV. d gaining rest you 

did not have before, 
vigor and strength 
\(yj'i return home. 

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scent of pine— this 
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